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 Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:54 pm
[Stigma 4 is entering from El Marrow.] Sesos…
Sesos…
Seeeeesoooos…Stigma Cuatro’s head lolled from side to side as she evaluated her surroundings with little more than a groan to acknowledge the pleasant ocean view. She did this until a crick in her neck made her feel as if her head might roll off if she continued for any longer. She didn’t know where she was, but she was almost positive a head proved useful in any situation or setting. As she shuffled forward a few steps, she attempted to remember where or what she had been before this moment. Something about an… island? That would explain the ocean. And then something about… brains? Yes, brains. Sesos.
Her gaze lingered with vague interest on the small group of similarly groaning, shuffling bodies, but soon shifted to the helpful signs posted around the clearing. Or at least, they would have been helpful if they had been printed in a language she understood. She frowned… maybe. Her teeth certainly felt as if they were moving downward, but that could have been her restless gnashing. With only the curious drawings decorating the signs to go on, Stigma Cuatro decided to try her luck with her fellow Stigmas, as the others seemed far too fleshy to be trusted. She was sure they were nice… things. But they couldn’t possibly know what it was like to live with a barren skeletal cage for a chest. Purposefully avoiding eye contact with the others, she shambled over to politely address her helmeted associates. “Gráááááááááágh?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:17 pm
Zombie E-1 turned to regard her red and black zombie friend as he also began the dance that seemed so natural to this broken, numb body. She found herself falling into step behind him, her movements matching his exactly. Slide and snap, clap and crouch, swing and stalk.
The hunger for braaaaaaaiins was swiftly overtaking any intelligible thought in her mind as she gazed toward that building, imagining the succulent taste of those moist, curvaceous undulations. All that separated her from her food was a straight path and a door. If the humans inside were watching the zombies dance, ZombE-1 thought their best hope was to run. Just run.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 12:11 am
((A-Eleven entering from the Lounge/Bulletin Board))
Pain. Pulling, pushing, crushing pain. Just like before.
Then it ended. The pain had been the only thing like before. Now was...now was...
"Graaaghhh," she moaned as she looked around. Her neck would have seemed stiff, if she'd noticed it. She might have noticed that her limbs were stiff, too. Had she looked down, she might have noticed she was oozing a bit, or that her limbs seemed to be missing flesh, though it might have been a bit hard to tell within the suit. Had she thought to, she might have noticed that she was a broken shell of what she had been. There were many other important things to notice, however. First, she was not alone. Not that she recognized anyone offhand, but she did see them all as...not food.
That was the second thing she'd noticed. She was hungry. There was no better word for it. She couldn't remember the last time she felt hungry, but she knew that this was hungry. She wanted...she wanted...brains. That was what she craved. There were no brains here, however.
Here, there were others like her. Others who...huh? She noticed color. They all had different eyes. Something about...something about the red seemed to call to her. She remembered...she remembered thinking red was a good color. The color of friends. Friends? What did that mean? Friends weren't brains. Brains were the only thing that mattered. Brain matter.....
She did noticed as several other...whatever they were, started to twitch and move, following the actions of one Red Eye marked with VII. At the same time. Even after he'd stopped, they'd continued. Almost involuntarily, she moved her feet in time with theirs. The movement was awkward and choppy, but she knew it. Somewhere, deep inside she knew this. Falling into unison with the others, she joined their macabre and impromptu dance, movements together, claps right on queue. If she had been herself, she might have thought it beautiful. She might have thought it classic and amazing. She might have thought them all friends.
But really, as the dance took no thought, the Red Eyed zombie marked Alpha Eleven thought about one thing: BRAINS.
Brains were the answer to everything, after all.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 3:14 am
HP: No, seriously you don't have enough fingers and toes to count that high.
In another time, another place the hooded figure might have been thrilled at the performance. Maybe their body would have even shivered as they fought to resist. Instead, the figure just... continued to sharpen their weapon, seemingly oblivious to the performance going on.
At long last after the dancing was over, the figure raised its head. And stared. The scythe was carefully balanced across their lap. "GRAAAAAGH!" It shouted. "GAAAAAAAAAAGH AAAGH GRAAAGH!"
It raised its hands, gesturing wildly before pointing at the fort. Time to go get some brains!Moving on the Field:
Before you may enter the field, you must pick a route: A, B, C, D, or E. As a zombie invader, you MAY NOT CHANGE ROUTES. Once you pick a route, you are COMMITTED TO IT. If I pick Route E, I can ONLY go down Route E. In addition, I can only attack things in the same route as you.
Ie, I am in Route D and there's a live human in Route E. Even though the human is technically next to me, I cannot attack it. Zombies can only move in STRAIGHT LINES.
In an attempt to mitigate confusion, please post which route you're in at the top of your post in bold. Example: Omega 17 is on Route E.
To move further down the field, you need to enter and exit by means of ROUTES. The Routes will open up every GM turn.
You may now move to Zone 5 if you wish. Zone 1 connects to the Fort, where the delicious brains are. Good luck!
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:24 am
They could get braaaaaaaaiins now? Awesome! ZombE-1 was numbly surprised when the reaper figure 'grah'ed for attention, and then began signing at them. But he was talking about braaaaaaiins, so he was alright in her book (Not that ZombE-1 could read anything besides signs).
She turned, and shambled eagerly towards the field.
[Exiting to Zone 5]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:37 am
Brains? Beta Five thought, tilting his head questioningly at the hooded figure. Yes. Yes I like brains.
...brains are delicious.
He staggered rather haphazardly towards the figure, dragging his left foot in a pathetic attempt at walking normally. It took him quite some time, but once he was closer he squinted at the figure, attempting to understand what he - she - it was doing. Gesticulating wildly, hands flailing -
Oh. Yes. Beta Five could understand that. Right. Something about going to get brains - brains? Yes. Yes brains were good.
...and they sounded quite delicious right now, actually.
Beta Five twisted his head slowly around to look where the figure was pointing. A fort, farther down, across an expansive field. The fort was far away, but the fort was where the brains were, right?
Right. And Beta Five was beginning to get quite hungry. He would really like something to eat now, please. Food was that way. Food was in the fort. He lurched in that direction. Shuffle shuffle. Grunt.
Braiiiiinnnnssssssssss.
[ Beta Five is exiting to Zone 5 choosing Route B! ]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:47 am
Finally. They could now go eat! Zeta 12 had the rumbles in his tummy that only brains would satisfy, and it was getting unbearable. The dance had been a wonderful way to get himself psyched up, or as much as his zombie mind could be.
Zeta12 shuffled forward, making his way to dinner.
{Zeta12 exiting to Zone 5 choosing Route A}
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:00 am
When the dance was over, yII looked over towards the cloaked one, tilting his head (but not too far should he accidentally lose it). Oh yes. Brains. They should definitely go on to get those. He could definitely go for some fresh and tasty brains right about now.
Turning towards the base, he began to shamble on towards it along with the rest. It was dinner time and he was more than ready to chow down.
yII exiting to Zone 5
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:25 am
Aww, the dancing was over...! With a small snap he turned his head to observe the cloaked figure shouting for their attention. He stared, he contemplated, and the distraction of the dance soon faded to bring back the hunger and the want. Yes. Brains. He wanted them...had to go get them. With jagged movements he turned to look at the routes and his fellow Zombies that started shuffling off towards them. Alright, that seemed to be the way to go! Channelling an inner sheep, he started to lurch after the others, heading to the paths.
(( yVII is exiting to Zone 5 and Route C! ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:47 am
Nubsauce? Who was that guy callin nubsauce? ... well, actually, sauce sounded pretty good, as long as it was on top of some delicious, delicious brains.
Some unknown impulse made Stigma 2 raise its hands for one comment before they went shambling off towards the field. <54UC3 P1Z!>
[Stigma 2 exiting to Zone 5, Route D]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:55 am
All thoughts seemed to be pushed to one side and he lost himself and primal hunger to hunt and feed himself, he looked around through the mass of other zombie and then noted a large hooded figure holding a deadly looking scythe off to one side, he seemed rather entertained by the strange dance some of the other were performing however after a while he roared out, no words just a simple primal 'graaahhh' then gestured wildly towards the paths leading to the building which apparently housed the live humans.
Eta Three convulsed with enthusiasm and guttered about to face one of the paths and limped off behind those who already had a head start on him, he was hunger and he was damn if he was going to share, he verged off down a path yet to be taken.
((Eta Three exiting and entering Zone 5 and taking path D.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:00 pm
[Delta 6 entering from Bulletin Board]
They left the lounge area with a nauseating pain, the ground disappearing under her feet and a crushing feeling overwhelming her from all sides. She started to wonder if she would regret signing up for this-- what other horrors was she getting herself into? Maybe she should've been content with the chance to rest after the ordeals on the island; maybe she should've just stayed and maybe gotten some fizzy drinks at the bar. Even if she couldn't drink them through the helmet.
Delta 6 woke with an ache all over her body, feeling disoriented. In the pit of her stomach, there was a nagging hunger and her head felt dizzy as she looked around. Her mind felt groggy, and she found it hard to think straight, or even talk-- noise came out of her mouth as a low, unintelligible groan.
Raising her eyes, she saw that the armor of the figures around her had changed- the eyeholes glowed, now. Not that she was surprised, because obviously anything was possible in this place. And scattered amongst the armored figures were constructions of rotting skeletons and hanging cloth... but strangely, she didn't feel as revolted as she expected herself to be; her mind was blank with blinding apathy as she pondered her situation. No, what was first and foremost in her mind was the hunger in her lower torso, and a craving for something soft and gummy and meaty.
She glanced around, and saw several signs posted around the group-- so they had to travel across the field to satiate their hunger? Sounded reasonable. A sharpening sound caught her attention, and she looked up to see a hooded figure flailing its hands. Its suggestions seemed reasonable, too. She arbitrarily chose a path and began to lumber down Route D towards the next zone.
[Exiting to Zone 5 via Route D]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:15 pm
E-12’s head snapped (quite literally, it didn’t sound healthy) towards the source of the shouting. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the figure’s eloquent speech. Yes, brains. She wanted brains very, very much.
E-12 shambled to the paths leading to the promised house of brains. IHOB? She seemed to remember a place like that. Whatever it was called, the brains promised to be delicious. E-12 lifted a clumsy foot and set off towards the field.
[E-12 EXITING to Zone 5]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:03 pm
All the frantic movement for Zeta Sevens supper was breaking down his joints as they creaked in protest. But it was for the brains! Sweet sweet, succulent brainy tissue, a lost limb for that would be understandable. Just before he tried to do the moonshamble a creature spoke up with a shrilling graah.
Brains were here? It said brains were nearby, yes! Oh he could just taste it now, even if he never tasted them before. With an approving moans he made his way over to a nearby suit, its number six was scratched in very deep in black, jutting out at odd angles like someone wrote it during a seizure. It was a comforting number, like he knew it personally, its wielder was looking over him just as much as he was doing to him. Maybe he would be willing to share a brain with him.
He flailed his arms around to catch the other person's attention and shuffled his way up to the promised land. His rumbling growl was deep and demanding of satisfaction.
"Graah" "B2@1nz"
[ Exiting to Zone 5, via Route B ]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:16 pm
N00bs. N00bs. ALL OF THEM.
Stigma Five observed the n00bs with distaste - not that you could really tell, as his jaw was dislocated and all that good stuff. And not that said n00bs were anywhere near smart enough to tell, being Level One and therefore highly inferior to experienced, skilled zombies like himself. They still had fleshy bits on, for brains' sake!
Amateurs.
At least they could pull aggro and soften up the brain-containers before Stigma Five got there. He shook his skull, enjoying the manly clanking sound the helmet made against his bones, and stomped off towards the Tasty Tasty Brains after letting most of the n00bs go first.
Mmm, brains.
[Stigma Five is exciting to Zone 5, taking Route E!]
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